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Mob Ties (feat. Des Ro & FreeMind DeJa Vu)

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Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings Got the block jumping like some bed springs From the D to the C we got the game locked Go to war for my brothers that's on any block 313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied Whole summer 22 we been outside Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time Tied in with the bros Mob Ties Told my brother send the beat I'ma lace this bitch Gave that hoe dope dick then unlaced the bitch Did the shit textbook my paper thick Chef Curry from the line my shot don't miss Damn I'm bored with it Did that shit out the blue I Corbin it I can lead you straight to the pap no coordinates But you got to pay for the play no Oregon Fly shit I'm soaring in You know high shit I'm more then him Yea nigga Let go Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings Got the block jumping like some bed springs From the D to the C we got the game locked Go to war for my brothers that's on any block 313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied Whole summer 22 we been outside Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time Tied in with the bros Mob Ties Cuz named his bricks Aunt Viv he trying Phillip Banks Last bitch was a head general let me see your rank He came around trying save hoes shot em out his cape Cheated on a bitch ha ha ha had to test your faith F*ck all that slapped her with my dick had to test her face Sliding in the same whip bitch just switched the plates She said she want Dior gave her Pink I hope this ok F*ck my job I'm sticking to the rap I hope Distro pay Hmmmm Head taps knocked off his wig it's the lace for me His BM tried to f*ck told her category face for me She hit my phone ordered up some Vu she got to taste for me Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings Got the block jumping like some bed springs From the D to the C we got the game locked Go to war for my brothers that's on any block 313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied Whole summer 22 we been outside Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time Tied in with the bros Mob Ties Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up When it comes to the bros I ain't with games no controller Slide down like roller coasters I'm bipolar with the toaster Hit your shoulder like a soldier I'll tear through your solar Hold up We stacking up Mula that's the only mission No competition no opposition we really winning No politician but I'm known for the penny pitching Turn a penny to a dollar wallah magician Aye Des Ro what's the swag call up Vontai Fly to Portland out with Jerm on a Sunday We bout that business we ain't tripping we just counting digits When Vu and Kor step out Master P No Limit Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings Got the block jumping like some bed springs From the D to the C we got the game locked Go to war for my brothers that's on any block 313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied Whole summer 22 we been outside Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time Tied in with the bros Mob Ties
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